Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.